Chapter 363

Cassandra froze. Staring at Tristan, she felt her breathing slow. "What do we do now?" he croaked. His eyes did not once look away. They were like two deep pools, threatening to draw her in. "Hm?" She gave him a confused look. "It's all your fault," he drawled. Then, he kissed her again before she could react. … Eleanor had left home when the couple guiltily left the bedroom. She left a note with lovely handwriting. It read, "I'm going grocery shopping. Have some breakfast before you leave for work." Cassandra remarked, "I want to buy a car for Grandma. She has to take a bus whenever we aren't free to drive her. That's inconvenient." "Sure. I'll go and buy one for Eleanor with you." She chuckled. "Shouldn't you ask me if Grandma knows how to drive?" He looked at her, speechless. "You wouldn't have thought about buying her a car if she didn't know how to drive. Wouldn't it just be a waste of space otherwise?" Before this, he had wanted to buy Cassandra a better car. But she